Chapter 1 - I Am Who I Am

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[01: I Am Who I Am]

22nd January, 1997 Christina's 7th Birthday Party

Christina stood excitedly in front of her birthday cake, as what felt like thousands of pairs of eyes were on her. This being the first time she came into contact with any other human, who wasn't her doctor and family, she was eager to know what her relatives looked like in person.

They all sang happy birthday to her, her parents stood on either side of her. Her father was pleased to see her taking control of the situation. And her mother? Well, she just looked on with fear and disgust at the girl. Why should she be given the responsibility to look after a girl that wasn't hers? Why should she have to risk her own life for an anomaly? An anomaly that got hundreds of agents killed. In truth, Veronica Wyatt hated Christina's guts. She only agreed with looking after her for the sake of her husband and children. Her own children.

She was, however, the only one in the Wyatt family that didn’t like Christina at all. The two kids, one being younger than Christina and the other being older, enjoyed her presence. Of course, Lily, the youngest at 5 didn’t know life without her sister with powers. But Ross, the eldest at ten, knew life without her and wouldn’t want to go back to it for the world. He loved Christina, maybe more than he should really, but at that age, he didn’t think much of it. They both stood on the opposite side of the cake, Ross looking down at Christina, blue eyes reassuring her. Christina took a deep breath in, her family and friends watching as she blew on the candles and they went out. But then they lit up again. She frowned, tucking a dark curl behind her ear as people laughed harder at her confusion. She blew it out again, only for it to relight again. The laughter grew louder, and she was getting frustrated now. Why were they laughing at her? She must look so stupid and pathetic, not even able to blow out a bloody candle. Her face heated up as her anger started building up. Veronica looked on with a smug expression, enjoying the little misery her burden was going through. Christina looked up at her parents, and got even angrier, knowing that her mother was enjoying this.

Christina huffed and kicked the floor, only to make the table set alight. Everybody screamed, running out the room, parents looking on with confusion and steering away their children. Riley Wyatt immediately carried Christina whilst Ross put out the fire with a fire extinguisher. "We've got to pack and leave. Now!" He ordered, turning away from the table.
And turning away from the life they built for the past 7 years.


I come up for air in the bath tub, rubbing my eyes as if I could rub away the memory of my childhood. I never really understood why I am the way I am, and hopefully I'd get answers soon. Today I plan on bumping into Steve Rogers by sheer 'coincidence' so that I can find out more about how S.H.E.I.L.D's system worked and just who my father was. I knew that he was a S.H.I.E.L.D operative, but I didn't know to what extent. I also want to know why it was only me in my family that seemed to be different. Every other member in my family was perfectly normal. Well, I say that, but mother always looked disappointed in me. She was never happy with what I did. Yet when I looked at other mothers, they smiled at all their children. She just smiled at Ross and Lily, but with me, she'd give me this cold look.

I got changed into denim shorts and a tank top and hoodie, then I grabbed my red All Star's and put them on whilst humming on my bed. There was a knock on my door, before Tom walked in. He was a close of friend of mine, that's been through all my shit with me. And I mean all of it. He sat down beside me and ran a hand through his dark hair. "You sure about this?" He asks. I nod, tying my hair back.

"I'm sure. I wanna know why dad did what he did for me, okay?" I tell him, then point to my ear. "Besides, we've got comms so if anything goes wrong, I'll literally shout for help." He laughs then pulls me into a hug.

"Be careful, okay? He's Captain America. He can get you thrown behind bars." He says quietly, not pulling away.

"Yeah, thanks for making me a hell of a lot more confidant." I say sarcastically, wriggling out of his hold. "Let's get a move on, I wanna make it as coincidental as possible."

We arrived at the museum, and walked around a bit to fit in, before heading over to the Captain America section. I looked around, reading about him for the hundredth time in my life, before I spot him. He was obviously trying to fit in, dressed in a blue jacket, jeans and a white shirt, with a hat pulled over his face. But I could spot him, I could differentiate everyone. It was in my nature. He was stood by a big poster area about his friend, Bucky Barnes. He was - apparently - the only one who died during the war between the US and Hydra. I walk over and stand beside him, very much like any other tourist.

"You must miss them a lot." I said, not looking at him. I sensed him tense up, then he he clears his throat.

"What-what are you talking about?" He asks. I laugh quietly.

"I know that you're him." I whisper, discreetly pointing to the statue. I look up at him, his jaw clenched and nostril's slightly flared. He nodded towards the doors.

"We should talk in a more private place." He says, then walks out into a corridor. I follow after him, only to realise it was empty. All of a sudden, he grabbed me by my arm and pushed me up against the wall.

"Who sent you? Who are you working for?" He hisses, face really close to mine. I watch him, a little smirk on my face.

"If you're trying to scare me, it's not working." I told him. Out of anger, he let me go, only to grab me by the neck and lift me up that way. Immediately, my heart rate quickens, and I start to panic. "No! Please, I just wanted to talk to you, please! Let me go!" I pleaded, suddenly scared. He furrowed his brows and put me down gently. I bring my hands to my neck and rest my head on the wall. I quickly hit my hand when I saw it go opaque, revealing my blood vessels.

"I thought you weren't scared of me?" He says, putting his hands in his pockets. I shake my head, not removing my other hand at my neck.

"It wasn't you I was afraid of." I reply, hiding my glowing chest by pulling up my hoodie higher. He nods at me suspiciously.

"So you wanted to talk. About what?"

"I need your help, to get information-" he shakes his head turning away. "No-no-no wait, my father was a S.H.I.E.L.D operative and I wanna know why he died!" He froze, then looked back at me. He rose his brows, as if to make me continue. "People were hunting me me down - I wouldn't say they were people - but they tried to kill us, and only successfully  managed to kill my father. In front og my very eyes. I just want to know who they are, and why they done it. I figured because you're an Avenger, they'll let you access the files." I explained. He stared at me for a moment. He's much scarier than they make him out to be.

"Why come to be? Why not Stark Towers?"

"What, and ask that douche? I don't think so. Plus, you're the most approachable out of all the others." I answer, suddenly feeling shy. His face relaxed a bit as he smiled a little.

"Fine. I'll do it... Wait, but what are your contact details so that I can get hold of you with information?"

"Uh, my name is Christina Wyatt. My name will come up in your database for sure." I say, walking away backwards.

"And why's that?"

"Because, I hacked into your systems once. They caught me." I smirk. "See you later Captain. And thank you." I say finally before walking out the museum.

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